I used to think love meant losing yourself in someone else.
Now I know—real love brings you home to yourself, again and again.
This past year taught me lessons I didn’t know I needed.
Grief cracked me wide open.
But on the other side of sorrow, I found a deeper capacity to love.
So now, I invest my energy where love lives:
In real friendship—the kind where you can be honest, even when it’s messy.
In self-love—the kind where you not only accept, but celebrate the parts of you that are imperfect.
And in clear boundaries—the kind of love that holds people accountable and lets go with grace when necessary.
